Page 2 of Fight for Forever

I don’t have any fights lined up for a while, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to slack off.

My keys and phone go into the pouch. I strap it around my biceps and grab my earbuds. I’m about to leave when my phone buzzes. I think about leaving it. It could be important, so I grab it back out of the pouch, surprised to see Sam, my trainer’s name.

He doesn’t beat around the bush. Sam is straight as they come and has never been one for small talk. What he says shocks the hell out of me.

“Jenna and Megan were attacked last night. Megan was arrested.”

“What?”

“Are you deaf?”

“No, I’m not deaf, but I am like… What the fuck, Sam. Arrested?”

“I’m only calling you because I know you’re somewhat friendly with Jenna and won’t have bothered checking out the news. It’s fucking everywhere, with her dating that blue-eyed ass.”

I’d roll my eyes if I wasn’t so shocked. Jenna isn’t a friend, friend, but she’s more than an acquaintance and the thought of her being hurt makes me sick to my stomach. She’s been dating some guy from a band for a while. That is a wild underestimate about her relationship with a rock God, but I will not get particular about it.

“Are they hurt?”

“I know about as much as you do. I’m just letting you know,” he goes quiet for a moment. “From the sounds of it, if Jenna didn’t know how to defend herself, it could have ended different.”

It’s obvious from his tone he’s upset and worried. That isn’t normal for Sam. Which means this is serious.

He knows about my relationship with Jenna, but I don’t think he realizes the slightthingI’ve had for Megan since she joined the gym. I’ve pushed it out of my mind because of her situation. I figured it out pretty quick when she started going to the self-defense classes, one of our ex-fighters runs.

I was almost floored the first time I saw her, with her dark blue eyes and her golden caramel hair. I’d stop dead by the ring, watching her as she looked nervously around the room.

She is off limits, but it never stopped me fantasizing about her or watching her when she’s around.

The rest of what Sam said registers.

“Wait, wait,” I straighten up from the wall I’d leant against without realizing I needed the support. “Megan got arrested? For what?”

“For killing the guy who attacked them,” Sam sighs. “And before you ask, I don’t know what happened. I’m sure we’ll find out in the coming days, but… Shit is serious. I like Megan, she’s a good kid, tries hard and keeps to herself. But I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.”

“Do you know who the guy was?”

“Yeah, they’re saying it’s her boyfriend.”

Boyfriend? I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes, everything coming together in my head. And a part of me can’t help but think good fucking riddance. If what I’ve suspected is true, then this fucker is the one who hurt her.

But I wouldn’t want to wish what is happening right now on anyone, especially not Megan.

“Stay out of it.”

“What?” I break out of my thoughts.

“I know you, Joey. You think I haven’t noticed, but I have. This is a messed-up situation. It’s far too complicated for you to help.”

My jaw clenches. “I wasn’t going to do anything.”

That is met with silence. Fuck.

“It will play out how it plays out, Joey. Leave it alone.”

I hang up. He’ll be pissed. I’ll get an earful, but I don’t care right now. Walking to the window, I look out but don’t see anything, not the beautiful blue sky, not a cloud, or anything else going on out there.

All I can think about is Megan and what she must be going through right now. One of my biggest fears when I’m fighting is that I hit someone wrong and something catastrophic occurs. It happens.

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